Kristian Matsson, whose stage name is The Tallest Man on Earth, comes back to Hiroshima Mon Amour in Turin, bringing on tour his fourth album: Dark bird is home.

The concert is sold out and the presence of young people is massive. I’m very happy about that. For at least one night, many people decided not to watch the fair of kitsch, gossip and bad taste which Sanremo Festival has came to become.This sensitive Swedish satyr which bears the cross of a wrong comparison to Dylan, enchants the audience of HMA with his arpeggios and recognizable nasal voice. He’s such a charismatic frontman that the band almost goes unnoticed: there is no empathy with the backing musicians and they turn out to be quite useless.

I’m among the audience. The club is so crowded that I have to make my way through the people saying: “I’m really sorry, I promise, three songs and I’ll leave”. Actually it takes only two to shoot all the pictures I need. The lights are not the best, but I can deal with it: I mostly need a good concert to listen to. I keep my eyes closed. The smell that comes from the stage and the feeling of being alone even if I’m surrounded by so many people is priceless and irreplaceable.